We need someone who is going to stand up, speak up, and speak out for the people who need help, for the people who have been discriminated against.
One of the greatest iconic men from the earlier past fighting against discrimination left all racism behind. He has gone on to take his rest with others that left beforehand.
He is respected and loved by many, and his legacy will live, on and on. He was 15 years old when I was born in Andalusia, Alabama. I remember watching black and white tv when they would protest against the injustices we faced.
In school, we sat in the auditorium singing the song we shall overcome. It is sad that in 2020 that song is still appropriately sung. Why? Because we have gone so far but not far enough for racism to have died. There are those people that are ignorant and refuse to let it die. They will never be satisfied until people of color return in chains being bought and sold like any other possessions they own.
However, I feel confident that we will overcome all of this unnerving negativity happening today. The root of it all rests squarely on the President of the United States’ shoulders.
It is obvious, and he is a racist. Trump supporters are racist idiots. The man doesn’t care one bit if they live or die, whether they have a roof over their heads and food on the table.
It does not phase them at all.
Below is an excerpt from John Lewis’s last essay…
Though I am gone, I urge you to answer the highest calling of your heart and stand up for what you truly believe.
While my time here has now come to an end, I want you to know that in the last days and hours of my life you inspired me. You filled me with hope about the next chapter of the great American story when you used your power to make a difference in our society. Millions of people motivated simply by human compassion laid down the burdens of division. Around the country and the world you set aside race, class, age, language and nationality to demand respect for human dignity.
That is why I had to visit Black Lives Matter Plaza in Washington, though I was admitted to the hospital the following day. I just had to see and feel it for myself that, after many years of silent witness, the truth is still marching on.
Emmett Till was my George Floyd. He was my Rayshard Brooks, Sandra Bland and Breonna Taylor. He was 14 when he was killed, and I was only 15 years old at the time. I will never ever forget the moment when it became so clear that he could easily have been me. In those days, fear constrained us like an imaginary prison, and troubling thoughts of potential brutality committed for no understandable reason were the bars.
One day, when the glory comes
It will be ours, it will be ours
Oh, one day, when the war is one
We will be sure, we will be here sure
Oh, glory, glory
Oh, glory, glory